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Chapter 910, Section 905: Alzheimer's Disease
The apologetic old man, looking flustered like a child who had done something wrong, said with evasive eyes:
"I'm sorry, young man, I'm really getting old..."

“It’s alright,” Ma En quickly reassured him. “It’s normal not to remember things. You may not know, but I also have some memory problems. I can’t remember anything except what happened in the last two years.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng looked at Marx and Engels in surprise:

"You have Alzheimer's too?"

Mar and Eng explained with a smile:
"No, I should simply have lost my memory, but I can remember what happened after I lost my memory. I just can't remember what happened before that timeline."

He said that, of course, because he wanted to get closer to the Divine Fist.

The old man did indeed show a sad expression:

"How come you got sick at such a young age? You were such a healthy kid..."

Maren then said:

"It's alright. Your situation is much more serious than mine. I want to ask if you remember any of your other relatives besides your grandson. Do you still remember the name Hua Wuleng?"

According to the information he received, Shenquan's current wife is indeed Hua Wuleng, who passed away a few years ago, but Ma En could not find any detailed information about her, including photos or videos.

Upon hearing these three words, the old man only showed a blank expression:

"Who? Is she your friend?"

Marx and Engels shook their heads:

No, she is your wife.

Wang Sheng asked in surprise:
"I'm married? Where is she? Why didn't she come to see me? Or did she come, but I forgot?"

Marx and Engels hesitated for half a second before speaking:

"She should have passed away a few years ago, at least that's what they say."

Upon hearing this, the slightly excited old man instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, and a look of sadness flashed in his eyes that even he himself found inexplicable.
"Really? No wonder I don't remember her."

Mar and Eng were also somewhat saddened by what they saw:

"I'm sorry, but perhaps she's just missing. I can't say for sure..."

The old man looked up and asked, puzzled:

"Young man, what do you mean by that?"

Marx and Engels deliberately feigned a thoughtful and troubled expression:

"It's difficult for me to explain directly to you, sir. I need to ask you a few other questions first. The things I want to ask next are very important, and I hope you can think about them carefully."

Have you ever heard of something called martial arts?

Wang Sheng directly countered with:
"what?"

Marx and Engels pulled out a newly bound book from their pockets:
"This is a book you wrote yourself, do you remember it?"

The old man looked down at the two words "martial arts" on the cover, his expression showing a desperate attempt to recall:

"Martial arts?"

He reached out and took the book, then began to read it in front of him.

“I don’t remember writing this,” the old man said sadly. “I’m sorry, young man, if you’re asking me about this book and martial arts, I probably can’t help you with anything.”

Besides his unusual speech, Marne also noticed...

He flipped through it quite smoothly, even faster than normal reading speed.

Marx and Engels asked:

"Can you understand what's written in the book?"

The old man did not answer directly, but frowned and said:

"I don't remember writing a book like this, but I feel that what's written in it makes no sense. Is this really a book I would write?"

Marx and Engels asked again:
Do you still remember martial arts?

Wang Sheng looked up at Marx and Engels, his eyes sharpening.
"what?"

Marne said:

"Sir, this is a book you wrote. In your youth, you were a very skilled martial artist—no, you were a very skilled martial artist even before you fell ill, and a highly respected one at that. This book was written to help people understand the way of martial arts."

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng lowered his head and continued reading the book in his hands, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

In just a few minutes, he had finished reading all the remaining content.

Then, he looked up at Marne, his eyes becoming suspicious and wary.

Maren then said:

"What has come to mind?"

But he only asked
"who are you?"

Just as Marx and Engels were about to begin their explanation, Wang Sheng looked around at the surroundings again:
"Where am I? What do you want to do to me?"

Marne immediately suppressed his surprise and said:

"Do you remember anything? Martial arts? The way of martial arts? Divine fist?"

The elderly person's reaction was very similar to a sudden loss of short-term memory, but it was also very similar to the effect that occurs when a normal person takes antipsychotic drugs—their mind returns to the past.

Wang Sheng squinted, and then...

He suddenly stood up and reached out his hand towards Marne.

Marne instinctively took a half-step back.

thump.

The old man tripped over the wooden table in front of him and fell forward violently. Seeing this, Ma En, who had been dodging, quickly returned and raised his hand to help him up, and used his mental power to gently help him dissipate the force.

pat.

The old man's hands precisely clasped on Marne's collarbone.

no feeling.

That's how Marx and Engels felt.

Wang Sheng raised his head, his eyes no longer showing the amiable look from before, and then roared:
“Tell me what you did to me! What did you do to my brain!”

Marne had already blocked out the sounds inside the room, and then calmly replied:

"I didn't do anything, Lord Divine Fist?"

Wang Sheng stared intently into Ma En's eyes for a few seconds, then released his grip and staggered down from the table, standing in the gap between the sofa and the table.

Then he asked:

What is the Divine Fist?

Upon seeing this, Marx and Engels turned and asked:
Do you still remember martial arts?

The old man glanced down at his weak arm, then squinted at Marne:

"What is it? What do you know? Tell me everything!"

Upon seeing this, Ma En realized that he had not actually regained his memory; on the contrary, he might not have just regained consciousness yet, which was one of the other symptoms mentioned in his file.

He sometimes goes crazy like this, and the doctor believes that although his symptoms are a bit strange, overall it is still very much like memory regression that makes him unable to understand the situation in front of him.

Marx and Engels were not discouraged at all, and continued to gently comfort him:
"Mr. Wang, please sit down. I will tell you everything I know. I am not a bad person, but I need your cooperation. Otherwise, I don't know how to start."

Upon hearing this, Wang Sheng looked Marx and Engels up and down suspiciously before finally sitting down.
"what?"

He asked a question that could be understood in almost any way.

Marx and Eng sat down as well, and then, still somewhat unwilling to give up, asked:
"Do you remember that you are a martial artist? Were you just trying to control me with martial arts?"

Wang Sheng frowned and said:

What is martial arts?

Seeing this, Marx and Engels turned and asked again:
"Were you trying to control me just now? When you grabbed my collarbone?"

Wang Sheng calmly looked at Marx and Engels and asked:

"who are you?"